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Sex with the sheriff
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The sysop and I were having a discussion about unusual sexual
experiences and he found this one a bit interesting, perhaps you
will too.
I lived in a very small mid-western town until I was 11 and my
best friend was Janet who had two older sisters...much older,
they were already in high school. One of them, Mary was dating a
tall blonde guy that I had a severe crush on. His name was
Ronnie and I truly adored Ronnie. But I was only 10 and he was
almost 18 so as you may well imagine he knew nothing of my
feelings for him.
We moved to Arizona and I found new friends and several guys who
taught me how to do more than dream of wonderful sexual
experiences. But after high school graduation I went back to
that small town for a 6 week visit. Guess who the local Sheriff
was? None other than Ronnie. He was divorced and he was still
as tall and as blonde as I remembered.
It doesn't take many brains to figure out how I managed to get
his attention...the accelerator pedal did it all and it was
More?[Y/N/C] C
the first time in my life I was happy to have a cop car with
it's lights flashing in my rear-view mirror. He said he
remembered my family but couldn't quite remember me. Undeterred,
I mentioned some of our mutual acquaintances and specifically
Mary. He filled me in on her marriage and the three kids, etc.
He acted warm and friendly but frankly not quite friendly enough
to suit my mood. Since it was summer and I was wearing a light
cotton skirt, sans pantyhose, it was easy to wiggle a little in
my seat and cause the skirt to climb my well tanned thighs. He
moved his head a little closer to the open window and I was then
certain he could smell the soft perfume I was wearing. I smiled
my prettiest "please officer, don't give me a ticket" smile and
he asked me if I knew the speed limit. I said "no" and explained
this was my Aunt's car, and I wasn't used to the power yet. He
suggested that since this was a homecoming for me he would be
happy to excuse the transgression this one time. But I should be
more careful in the future. He then offered to meet me later
when he was off duty and tell me what had happened in the 7 years
I had been gone. Even though my Aunt had filled me in on the
gossip I wanted Ronnie to fill me in too, if you catch my
meaning. So I eagerly agreed to meet him later.
The agreed upon time arrived and I drove to the park where we
were to meet. He was already there sitting on a picnic table
smoking a cigarette in the dark. I loved the way he looked in
his uniform. We talked about my life after we moved and what had
and had not happened in this town since then. He then suggested
we take a drive and he could show me the area. He was still
driving his cruiser but I agreed.
As you know there is a large radio in a police car which
virtually prohibits two people from sitting too closely. I
didn't want to seem too eager and I cheerfully sat on my side of
the car while he drove on dark country roads, presumably so I
could look at the landscape. What a joke that was, it was 10PM
and pitch dark as only the country gets. We chatted politely and
I was beginning to think I needed a more direct approach when he
suddenly pulled off on a small lane that serviced a farm his
folks owned. I was stunned when he asked me if I wanted to smoke
a joint. Of course I agreed.
We smoked two joints and I was feeling very, very mellow and
almost simultaneously we moved closer together. He reached for
me and kissed me lightly at first then very deeply. I loved the
feel of his tongue gently searching for mine. And his warm hands
caressing my tits were turning me on even more. Like most
people, grass has a tendency to make me incredibly horny and I
wanted to see what moves he would make next. As I scooted
closer to him my hip nudged the handcuffs on his belt and they
made a metallic noise. I asked him if I could see them and he
readily unattached them from his belt and in a very quick
movement pointed one of them toward me. I had not had time to
react when my left wrist was suddenly clasped tightly in the
handcuffs which he then attached to the steering wheel.
I told him my desire to see them was satisfied thinking he was
playing a game and would use the magic key to set me free. He
had other ideas and opened his door, got out and came over to the
passenger side door. He opened it and slid my body toward the
steering wheel. I was soon stretched across the broad seat and
had the use of only my right arm to maneuver with. He gently
moved my legs up on the seat and held my right hand in his left
as he began lifting my skirt. My tiny bikini panties were soon
visible and he began to remove them, with a little hip twisting
help from me of course. Very soon he had his blonde head between
my thighs and was showing me the way they eat pussy in small mid-
western towns.
His tongue was very warm and wet against my clit and I was
immediately incredibly wet. He used his large index finger to
open my love hole and began to finger fuck me as well as lick my
clit. I was in heaven and soon began a series of orgasms the
likes of which I had never experienced before. He was all I had
dreamed he would be and I was bucking my pussy against his face
as my free hand rubbed his shoulder. He continued to minister to
my now enlarged clit as he moved a second finger into my tight
pussy. He pushed his fingers in opposite directions and this
drove me into spasms and I moaned almost animal sounds as I kept
climaxing over and over again.
Finally as I began to feel I would soon lose consciousness he
unzipped his pants and I saw the most beautiful cock, ready to
take me over the edge yet again. I begged him to take me. I
wanted only to feel him filling me completely. Ronnie, being
ever the considerate gentleman that he was, immediately acceded
to my pleas and very slowly stroked his thick cock against my
clit and then entered me, just as slowly. My legs were spread as
wide as the seat would allow and he pushed slowly, forcing his
huge member deeper inside of me. I felt as though I was being
torn in two but I loved it at the same time. Soon he was all the
way in and began long slow thrusts deep into my wanting pussy.
His was by far the largest cock I had ever seen. It felt as
though his strokes were pressing him all the way up to my chest
and I began another climax as he filled me totally with his hard
prick. I contracted my pussy to make it as tight as possible as
he stroked inward and I loosened again on the outstroke. He was
also moaning and telling me this was heaven for him too. Just as
we were both almost over the edge I tried to move my left leg a
little more. That must have been when I hit the radio button.
But we were too engrossed to notice at the time. I was begging
him to never stop fucking me and he was promising to keep his
hard cock in my love hole forever when the voice over the radio
rudely sounded with the words, "Does the Sheriff require any
assistance in dealing with the suspect?" There was a great deal
of laughter and cat calling in the background but we had no
intention of responding or stopping our activities. He continued
to fuck me until he came and filled me totally with his hot cum.
Then he calmly, but a bit breathlessly picked up the mike and
said, "no thanks guys, the suspect is in custody and has been
subdued. Over and out."
I apologized for hitting the radio and he laughed it off. I
asked if there would be trouble over this. He assured me there
would be none if the men who worked for him intended to continue
their employment.
My visit lasted another 5 weeks and we saw a lot of each other,
but he never had to use the handcuffs again. And we kept the
radio well out of reach. Sure am glad he got my message thought!
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